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A Poem – Majeed Amjad

Sons, my native land has sons born on soil barren and rocky and lone for ages lone across the gaping wilderness tear ruthless winds and torrents of pain sweep in epochs. sweep them out. Sons of mountains radiant petals of … Continue reading

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A Twinkle in Her Eyes – Majeed Amjad

Who can say Why her eyes, Those playmates of the hamlet where Beauty dwells, Why her eyes smile that way ? When notes arising from her soul, That Temple-Palace of Music, And traipsing through the land of glad tidings, Mirthfully … Continue reading

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Autumn – Kalidasa

HE autumn comes, a maiden fair In slenderness and grace, With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her face. In flowers of grasses she is clad; And as she moves along, Birds greet her with their cooing glad … Continue reading

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Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love – Mirabai

Do not mention the name of love, O my simple-minded companion. Strange is the path When you offer your love. Your body is crushed at the first step. If you want to offer love Be prepared to cut off your … Continue reading

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The Spiritual Athlete Often Changes The Color Of His Clothes – Kabir

The spiritual athlete often changes the color of his clothes, and his mind remains gray and loveless. He sits inside a shrine room all day, so that the Guest has to go outdoors and praise the rocks. Or he drills … Continue reading

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I Talk To My Inner Lover, And I Say, Why Such Rush? – Kabir

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush? We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants— perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in … Continue reading

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I Do Not Care About Social Norms – Mirabai

I will fasten the bells of his love to my feet And dance in front of Girdhar. Dancing and dancing I will please his eyes; My love is an ancient one. My love is the only truth. I do not … Continue reading

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